Connect Lyrics - Xzibit

[dj hurricane] 

East, west, check this out 

Check it, ye-yeah, ye-yeah 

East east, west west, south south.. 

[chorus: dj hurricane] 

I got that east coast connect, west coast connect 

Dirty south connect, so show some respect 

When my niggaz comin through you see we comin correct 

Who are you, what you do, who you tryin to threat? 

[xzibit] 

I'm the wrong cat to call out; we fall out 

The police gon' have some dead bodies to haul out 

All out in the open for the world to see 

Avire-x to the z-i, b-i-t 

V.i.p., you're small time, three on three 

Cause you can't ball accurately, tackle the beast 

Stomp it down, slap it with heat, bitch behave 

Shit, we blaze to make a nigga act his age 

I'm tryin to write the phrase that pays 

You kick it with gays, dykes, and all type of wackness 

Preach what you practice 

Here we seperate the real niggaz from the actors 

A&r's, mc searchin, suck my cactus! 

Blackness surround your sight and sound 

As xzibit hit you and you hit the ground 

My chips ain't never gon' be down, watch me smoke 

And flatline the first nigga to cross this line 

[chorus] 

[gipp] 

It's the gipp goodie, we kick the soul slang 

To yo' block, or they streets, we all gon' hang 

We like to shine and ride, bump corners in our bumper cars 

Top down, with the candy paint job 

Import export up and down the highway 

Old ladies transportin straight through the skyways 

In the corner in the five(? ) I got purple haze 

Fat knot short sess with the tree ton(? ) 

These streets we run, rapper refund 

You ridin up but we want yo' flows old like girbauds 

We hold, everything it takes to create the odes 

To north to the west to the south again 

If it's war that you want just pull the pin 

Rules we don't break 'em, we refuse to bend 

If you don't build right you better take yo' ass home 

Cause some catch stray bullets all alone 

[chorus] 

[pharoahe monch] 

I got the chevy impala shit, street scholar with 

Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler mixed 

Top dollar dick now, swallow my whole nut rap 

Gun in my mouth, pop shit, still sayin, "fuck that" 

You have to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic addiction 

Styles, multiply like japanese mathematicians 

Cut cause chaos - my kicks kill criminals 

I'm the subliminal adolf 

I'm the bomb that's attached to the time of a ticker 

Figure or swastika 

Quicker to pick a form of execution, pull it 

Bullet, to the head instead of eletrocution 

The rambunctious, bump in yo' trunk shit 

Totally insane, hurricane with pharoahe monch, gipp 

Xzibit the west coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got 

New york wearin slippers and the south wearin hoodies 

[chorus 3x] 

[dj hurricane] 

Ye-yeah, uh-huh, ye-yeah 

Give it up, uh-huh (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah 

Give it up, uh-huh, give it up, shake it 

Uh-huh, kick it (dirty south) uh-huh 

Shake it.. uh-huh, shake it 

C'mon, give it up (dirty south) 

{*fades out*}